combustion

Work. Too much of it this past week, clocking in at around fifty-seven hours. Oh yes, this included two training sessions, which constituted all of Friday afternoon and a good portion of Saturday. Does this sound like a scenario that might send me wide-eyed and screaming? Of course it does, but I expected much worse (and I was paid for the time).

Here in the apartment, with the company of the lava lamp, music, and my words, my own work continues with the editing of the Falling From the Sky anthology (which is now available for pre-order). I'm excited about this collection of imaginative and unconventional short stories, and happy to be an integral part of the project (er, yeah, that makes sense since I'm the editor). The release date has been set for mid-March. After the book is finished, I will take some time to work on sporadic edits for my own novel Ache, and continue with the other two manuscripts I have on the hot plate. Later this year, I will embark on my second editorial project with the Another Sky, this one a Cyberpunk anthology.

As these words remove themselves from my mind, I set aside my overlay of cynicism and acerbity. An inspirited, buoyant soul emerges. I turn away from the jagged, turbulent path of 2006, and in front of me I see the open artery of 2007, profuse with possibilities of renewal.


Well there’s a light in your eye that keeps shining
Like a star that can’t wait for the night
I hate to think I’ve been blinded baby
Why can’t I see you tonight?

And the warmth of your smile starts a-burnin’
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And I’m shaking so much, really yearning
Why don’t you show up, make it all right?
-Led Zeppelin, "Fool in the Rain"